After sitting down on the sofa, Ling Ruonan peeled an apple for Luo Ziling.
"Ling'er, have an apple," Ling Ruonan looked at Luo Ziling with full affection, "Did you eat enough just now? If you didn't, Mom can make you more."
"I ate enough," Luo Ziling said with a smile, taking the apple, "Mom, you didn't eat much, aren't you hungry?"
Calling out "Mom", Luo Ziling had gotten very used to saying it, without any awkwardness.
"I'm not hungry," Ling Ruonan shook her head.
"Well, have some fruit at least," Luo Ziling bit into his apple and peeled another one for Ling Ruonan, handing it to her.
Ling Ruonan didn't refuse, quickly reached out to take it, and bit off a big chunk.
She, who hadn't been very fond of apples before, now found the one in her hand incomparably delicious.
"Ling'er, have these years been hard for you?" Ling Ruonan asked softly, "And how is your grandpa doing? It must have been tough for him raising you."
